A glimpse into the future…
It’s Day 97 of social distancing. We haven’t left the house in almost 4 months.
The boyfriend and I had a fight because our last working light bulb finally died, and I banned him from the “country club,” that meets in the shed as punishment (I’m the president.) The last remaining members are myself, a broken snow shovel, and the neighborhood cat that visits our backyard every day. Without Billy’s dues, though, our funding will be too tight, and we may have to pull out of this year’s squash competition
Devastating— but we don’t give up that easy.
We’ve been driven to the edge (myself, the shovel, and “our” cat), and there is but one, inevitable option left: we need to steal the Hope Diamond.
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